I will relish in the first 70 degree days of late spring as the snowmelt passes. I look forward to the aching legs and weathered skin of summer.

Somewhere down there is the town of Lovell, a nice enough community filled with apparently level-head individuals.

Photo: Ginny Holt

I’m like a banjo minnow, plumes of long stems and barbs triggers a genetic response somewhere deep inside and I must add them to my collection.

And a Christmas video as well...

The sun is dropping down towards the horizon the light turning from yellow to deep orange, shadows lengthening across the river.

Photo: Ginny Holt

I had been watching a high-pressure break for a week, pouring over maps and predictions, hoping it wouldn’t collapse like a Peep in a vise when it reached land.